Glass Turds @ MOMA

Last July our family went to San Francisco to celebrate Mighty Mo's birthday. A couple of weeks prior to our trip, she had done a knumber on her ACL tramping a jumpoline, and had been hobbling around on crutches since. We figured that hobbling in the big city might be a bit difficult for her, so we borrowed a wheelchair for the trip, and Mighty Mo received VIP treatment everywhere we went. We even had a special placard to hang from the rear view mirror which allowed us to park in blue zones, which we found out are few and far betwixt in San Fran. One of our activities in the big city was to go to the Museum Of Modern Art, or MOMA as it is commonly called. A world renowned museum, and home to cutting edge artistry. Some of the pieces on display were very good, however, to be honest, most of it was shit* posing as art, or 'glass turds,' as one of my artist friends calls it. The museum is very popular... and expensive. The price didn't seem to scare people away though. There were gaggles of gazers making their way through the museum, saying very little as they viewed the display of crap. It was obvious to me that most everyone was straining* hard to find the art in the barrage of visual bombardment, and as I looked down to see my daughter's face exhibiting a bewildered expression, I could see that she too was observing the people, who seemed so intrigued with the art. I bowed my head down to her level and quietly whispered in her ear, "The emperor has no clothes." She looked up at me, her face radiant with a smile of enlightenment, and said, "That's it!"

Later in the day, we went for lunch at a shishi overpriced vegetarian restaurant, and as we approached the front door, we could see where someone had squatted against the wall and sprayed fecal matter against it. I said, Look, MORE MOMA."

*"Pull the wool over your own eyes" 13013 D01313$